The evil husband has facial paralysis

Luo Jiliang was slammed onto the bed, and couldn't help feeling even more dizzy.After a while, I finally recovered.And Ye Xiaoming hastily put on some clothes, and was standing in front of the bed wiping his hair with a dry towel.

"Do you still understand etiquette!?" Luo Ji got up, and although he fell on the brocade quilt, he didn't feel any pain, but he was still annoyed at being treated so lightly, and said with staring eyes, "It's broken!" What can I do?"

"What do you want to do?" Ye Xiaoming put down the towel, sat on the side of the bed and looked at him, his bottomless eyes revealed a hint of teasing.

"It's the way of his own person, but also his own body." Luo Jiliang said, raising his small fist.

"You want to throw me?"

"That's natural."

"Do you think you can throw me?" Ye Xiaoming approached him, and changed his words.

"No, why should I say it?" Luo Jiliang pursed his lips. Apart from his blushing face, his breath was smooth and his speech was fluent, but he didn't show any signs of drunkenness: "If you don't let me return it today, don't even think about it." In this bed, I will do what I say."

"I don't know that Master Luo is a person who will take revenge." Ye Xiaoming raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and stared straight at Luo Jiliang, "I have heard that Master Luo is kind and doesn't care about anything. What I said today has disappointed me a lot. Besides," Ye Xiaoming moved closer to him again: "How do you know if I want to climb into your bed or not?"

"You are shameless." Luo Jiliang took half a step back and leaned against the corner of the bed, but there was no way to retreat, "I have never heard that Young Master Ye is such a man as Meng Lang."

"That means you are ignorant." Ye Xiaoming accepted Luo Jiliang's accusation generously.

"You!" Luo Jiliang choked, his blushing face became even redder, and in a fit of anger, he bit down on his neck.He didn't back away until the smell of blood overflowed from his mouth, still looking at him angrily.

Ye Xiaoming also looked at him, never snorted softly, didn't even move, just touched his neck with his hands, a tooth mark that penetrated into the flesh was clearly imprinted on his neck.

"Why don't you hide?" Luo Jiliang wiped the corner of his mouth in disgust. He almost used all his strength just now, and the bloody smell filled his mouth: "It stinks."

"You really know how to beat back." Ye Xiaoming didn't care much, put down the bed gauze with one hand, and held Luo Jiliang with the other, breathing almost on his face, and said in a deep voice, "If you don't bite, how can you do that?" Smelly?"

Luo Jiliang said harshly: "Who told you to tease me?"

"Isn't it even now?" Ye Xiaoming lightly held his chin, and kissed him. Before Luo Jiliang could react, he poked his lips in, causing Luo Jiliang to whisper softly, "How are you Let me see blood, think about it, you also earned it."

Luo Jiliang looked at him dazedly, only knew that he had said unreasonable things, and had done too much to him, but he didn't know how to refute for a moment: "Stay away from me."

"Think?" Ye Xiaoming coaxed further in his ear, low and hoarse: "A little further today?"

"what?"

Ye Xiaoming glanced at him, then leaned forward to kiss him.It didn't go too deep, it only aroused Luo Jiliang's interest, and he slowly responded, then bent his mouth, hooked his uvula and danced together.

The lights in the room were turned off at some point, but Luo Jiliang's rejecting hand gradually became weak, and it lay limply on Ye Xiaoming's shoulder.

In the darkness, I only felt a slightly cold hand sliding down with an inexplicable touch, as if carrying an electric current. Luo Jiliang couldn't help but pause, and suddenly opened his eyes to look at Ye Xiaoming, and let out a sharp breath In the next moment, his hands tightly circled Ye Xiaoming's neck.

The breath is full of heat.